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           People will be together only in a common wretchedness as long as each
         isolated being refuses to understand that a gesture of liberation, however
         weak and clumsy it may be, always bears an authentic communication, an
         adequate personal message. The repression which strikes down the libertarian
         rebel falls on everyone: everyone's blood flows with the blood of a murdered
         Durruti. Whenever freedom retreats one inch, there is a hundredfold increase
         in the weight of the order of things. Excluded from authentic participaton,
         men's actions stray into the fragile illusion of being together, or else remain
         locked in its opposite, the brutal, total rejection of social life. They swing
         from one to the other like a pendulum turning the hands on the clock-
         face of death.

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             Love in its turn swells the illusion of unity. Most of the time it foun-
         ders and is aborted in triviality. Its songs are crippled by the fear of always
         returning to the same single note: the icy fear, whether there are two of us
         or ten, of finishing up alone as before. What drives us to despair is not the
         immensity of our unsatisfied desires, but the moment when our newborn
         passion discovers its own emptiness. My insatiable desire to fall in love
         with so many pretty girls is born in anguish and the fear of loving: we are
         so afraid of never escaping from meetings with objects. The dawn when
         lovers leave each other's arms is the same dawn that breaks on the execution
         of revolutionaries without a revolution. Isolation à deux cannot overpower
         the general isolation. Pleasure is broken off prematurely and lovers find
         themselves naked in the world, their actions suddenly ridiculous and point-
         less. No love is possible in an unhappy world.

           The boat of love breaks up in the current of daily life.

           Are you ready to smash the reefs of the old world before they wreck
         your desires? Lovers should love their pleasure with more consequence and
         more poetry. A story tells how Prince Shekour captured a town and offered
         it to his favourite for a smile. Some of us have fallen in love with the pleas-
         ure of loving without reserve - passionately enough to offer our love the
         magnificent bed of a revolution.
         

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